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GENERAL  BEAUREGARD. 

AIR— '-Scots  wha  ha." 

General  G.  T.   BEAUREGARD, 

Upon  all  Lincoln  wi  etches  hard. 
He'll  come  and  cut  without  regard, 

There  black-  eyes  out. 
He'll  teach  them  what  it  is  to  feel, 
The  temper  of  his  Southern  steel. 
And  to  thrice  wicked  hearts  reveal, 

His  arm  so  stout. 

These  sepulchers  of  dead  men's  bones, 
These  abolition  fogg^'  crones, 
These  wicked  meddling  hellish  drones, 
He'll  smite  their  band. 
The  Beechers,  Motts,  and  Greelys  too, 
With  bitter  tears  their  course  they'll  rue, 
And  wish  they'd  never  followed  blue 
Laws  of  the  land. 

He'll  come  upon  tiiem  at  his  ease, 
He'll  scatter  them  like  dancing  fleas, 
And  boil  them  like  a  mess  of  peas 

Into  the  pot. 
They'll  cry  and  weep  and  howl  and  wail, 
Their  noiso  will  be  of  no  avail, 
He'll  cook  them  well  from  head  to  tail, 

The  precious  lot. 

So  heres  a  health  to  Beauregard, 
Who  at  Man.'issas  fought  so  hard, 
And  whipped  the  Northern  Yankee  horde, 

Against  their  wishes. 
He'll  use  them  up  with  thundering  force. 
And  fill  their  mlnd.M  with  deep  remorse. 
And  cause  them  all  to  have  recourse 

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